Write One Page Per Day – 303/365 – October 30, 2018

Bathtime in Pajamas

I walked from the bedroom to the bathroom groggy and disoriented from the previous night’s activities. My eyes mostly closed I felt blindly for the light switch until I found it. The hard white light that came over the vanity blinded me even further as I reached for the medicine cabinet.

I swung it open and popped one eye open, and my jaw dropped. It was totally empty. Not so much as a bandage sitting on a shelf.

“Gwen!” I screamed even though it made my head feel as though it were cracking.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Gwen replied as she rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs.

“They’re gone,” I said plopping onto the edge of the tub. “They’re all gone.”

“What are you talking about, your pills? They aren’t gone. I’ve moved them,” she said.

“Why would you do that?” I whined, knowing exactly why she moved them, “I need them!”

“You do need them, but-” she paused, looking at me with a shrewd expression.

“I know,” I said nodding, “but you know that it’s not going to be easy for either of us…”

“You need them for your condition, not because you want to take them all day. It’s dangerous, and you could hurt yourself,” she said. “I’m surprised you haven’t already.”

“Who says I haven’t?” I said.

“Henry, I love you, and if you want to make this work, you have to take your pills properly. The directions both from the doctor and on the bottle were clear in how much you should have and when. I’ll give you your doses when they are appropriate. In the meantime why don’t you take a shower and I’ll make you some breakfast?”

I leaned back into the tub, falling hard onto the plastic. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it barely hurt at all. I turned myself and lay down, gave her a hard look, and used my foot to turn the knob.

I watched her leave, shutting the door behind her as the water pooled around my ass and hit the small of my back. The cold was nice on the calves, but man was it a shock so early in the morning there. I adjusted the temperature of the water and relaxed back into the tub.

“It’s going to be a long week,” I muttered.

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